Memories scatter like stars in night's embrace,
Each a flicker in the vast, indigo expanse.
We journey forward, yet glance back with grace,
At the constellation of our past's dance.
Time blurs the edges, softens the lines,
But the heart guards those moments dear.
In the rearview mirror of our minds,
Every mile marked, every tear.
We move on, under the promise of dawn,
Carrying the past as a lantern in the night.
Guided by what's gone, to where we belong,
Bathed in memory's soft, forgiving light.